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As some may know, I work for one of the big tax prep companies, conveniently located in a strip mall near you (no, really, they are. just look. I pass four other locations just to go to the one I work at from my house, and it's not even seven miles).
So, in addition to my normal job, I've been working weekends just about every weekend, unless I have something else going on (weddings a plenty these days, or so it seems). I am counting the days to April 15th.

And today I missed my bus and had to walk a lot. I hate the bus station. It was the last place I saw my ex alive, and I can't help but think about him when I'm there, and all the things I wish I could have said, and expecting to see him walking by.
And last friday someone stole my mp3 player from my purse at work while I was in my annual performance review with my boss (at least _that_ went well) so my entire bonus will go to replacing it before my mom knows it's gone since it was an xmas gift.
And tomorrow I will see my beloved Sabers most likely get their asses handed to them by Ottawa.

And I'm so fucking tired every second of every day that I wish I'd catch mono or something and have an excuse to stay in bed for a month.

This stream of consciousness was brought to you by the letter Exhaustion.